The Tempest Collection

Blue Eyes, So Kind

Well.

A little pleasant surprise.

You walked me to my car,

it wasn't far,

but you didn't leave.

Thought you had to get home

to your girlfriend,

know you need the sleep,

I mean,

we all do at this job.

And she doesn't like you talking to girls

even though all I want

is a friend in this world,

somebody to trust in these cutthroat dark nights,

after all of these months

without a nice guy.

I can't tell what the feeling is.

There's no name for something like this.

I stopped having names for these things back in March.

No point cause I'll never know

what it is.

And that's fine.

Just let me feel the warm sun on my skin.

As our eyes meet over

the roof of my red car.

The parking lot is empty

so my secrets stay with him,

and he stays to listen to them

longer than I ever thought.

It's blue eyes again,

not my type,

but so kind.

The last pair of blue eyes

met a sad and blue end.

No secret why it's now brown eyes

that sometimes shares my bed.

But they're not kind eyes.

Still a cutthroat night.

And I'm tired of waiting for them

to protect me from it.

But these blue eyes,

October sun,

he listens and tells me

that Brown Eyes's not the one.

This younger man,

this simple smile.

So sweet,

so calm,

so present.

He's here.

He's never been here before.

He's never stayed.

He's never followed.

I don't know what it means.

I just know it means a lot to me.